OKchapter two. Excited yet?
STILL DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER, Y'KNOW...
Chapter 2: They go to Diagon Alley
The four girls walked through Hogwarts's corridors, heading towards the Headmaster's office. Jilly-O, Loddle, and Mole couldn't see how the students remembered their way around the castle. It was Huge! They were amazed by the moving paintings that lined the walls. Before long, they reached the gargoyle that guarded Dumbledore's rooms. Hermione said the password, (Droobles) and they ascended to the office. Once inside, they saw Dumbledore in the flesh sitting at his desk.
Mole was the first to speak. "Oh man! It's really Professor Dumbledore! Aaah! His eyes are all twinkley like in the book!" She realized what she was doing and looked at him sheepishly. "Um, hullo Sir."
Dumbledore seemed not to notice Mole's momentary insanity, instead he smiled. "Good afternoon, Miss...?" He didn't know who the girl was.
"It's Mole, Professor." she told him, looking down at her sneakers.
"Ah, like that book." He chuckled. " Lemon drop?" He asked, holding up a little tin.
"Aw, sweet! Thanks!" Mole said, accepting a candy. She always wondered why nobody ever accepted Lemon Drops. The girls all sat from across the desk and Hermione explained what had happened.
"Interesting." Said Dumbledore, eyes a-twinkle. "And how old are you ladies? I'll need to know so I can see If you can tag along with the other students."
"We're sixteen." Said Jilly-O. "Could we really stay here? That would be so cool! But we really need to try to find a way back while we're here."
"Yes. And I will see if any of the professors in the school can help. In the meantime, you will need to get some things. I will arrange for a trip to Diagon Alley." Dumbledore told them. The three girls' eyes lit up. Even Loddle, who wasn't a huge fan, couldn't resist the excitement of going to Diagon Alley. "We also should see if you have any magical ability." Dumbledore added. In response to the questioning looks on the girls' faces, he said, " In the book, you girls are witches. Perhaps being in the magical world has enables that for you." When he said "magical", it felt as though he meant "real", but the girls paid no mind.
"So will we get sorted and stuff?" Mole asked, excitedly.
"We'll see. After your trip to Diagon Alley, I'll introduce you to the school." Dumbledore smiled and went to his fireplace. He threw in some floo powder and shouted "Hagrid?". The half-giant soon was stepping out of the fireplace. Luckily, it was big enough to fit him.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore, Sir?" Asked Hagrid
"Hagrid, could I ask you to escort these three young ladies to Diagon Alley? It's important that they get some necessities." Dumbledore requested.
Hagrid straightened out in pride. " O' course! You can trus' me fer yer Hogwarts duties. And who are these young ladies?" He looked at the Oui Gang curiously, so they introduced themselves. Mole found herself gaping.
"You're...so...tall!"
Hagrid laughed. "I guess so, and seein' as yer such a littl'un... Now don't hurt yer neck, lass." Hargrid joked, seeing that mole had to look straight up to see his face. The four were off through the floo, which was not the best way to travel. Their first stop was Gringott's Bank, where they stopped at the Hogwarts' account for some money. A lot of people generous people must have supported the school. The girls had never seen so much gold in their lives... And they watched a lot of adventure movies. Each of them having their own little pouch of money, and the account hardly even dented, they set off for some shopping.
"Oh, I'm so excited! I love shopping!" Jilly-O grinned. Mole and Loddle nodded in agreement. They decided to get some clothes first, so they all trooped into Madam Malkin's. They decided to look for a couple school uniforms, nice skirts, warm traveling cloaks for the winter, and some normal robes for wearing whenever.
"Are you sure we should get these, you guys?" Loddle asked.
"Sure." Mole answered. "You never know when we might need them here. Besides they're kinda cool. And free...for us!"
"Yeah," Loddle agreed, but then frowned. "But I feel like a dork at some sort of comic convention..."
" Well, these cloaks are cool." Jilly-O said, pulling up the hood on a deep violet cloak. "I want this one." So they finished their shopping in that store and pulled their new robes over their t-shirts and jeans so they felt like they fit in. Their next stop was Olivander's, to see what would happen if they tried a wand.
Entering the dark little shop, they suddenly felt the air around them change. "What's with the tingling?" Mole asked.
"It's the magic!" Came a spooky whisper from behind them. They wheeled around quickly to see a creepy old man behind them.
"Holy shit!" Loddle yelped. "Where did you come from!"
"Good afternoon to you too." The old mad huffed. "I'm Mr. Olivander. Are you looking for wands today?" The three girls just looed at eachother.
Hagrid spoke up. "We migh' just be. We're not sure if they qualify, If yeh know what I mean..."
"You mean you brought muggles into-"
" 'S a long story. Can we just try an' see what happens?" Hagrid interrupted.
Olivander merely nodded and went to his desk. He pulled out a measuring tape, and let it go about it's work. It was measuring the length of the girls' arms. Olivander turned to Mole first. holding out a wand, he said, " Give this one a wave, Miss." Mole did just that, and the ceiling abover her cracked unpleasantly.
"Ah! Sorry!" Mole said. Olivander just smiled. It was really creepy. His eyes were all cloudy.
"No matter, now we know you are capable of magic. Just not with this wand. It's the-"
"Wand that chooses the witch?" Jilly-O interjected.
"Exactly!" Olivander set out to find wands for each of the girls and whithin the hour, they had paid for their new wands and were out on the cobbled street again, with a new happiness.
"This is pretty sweet!" Mole smiled. "I wanna try some magic!" She was bouncing up and down really fast.
Hargid laughed. " Maybe yeh should learn some, first."
Loddle took Mole's side. "We read the series look!" She pointed her wand at a small rock on the ground. "Wingardium leviosa!" The rock gave a feeble wiggle. "What the hell!" , She growled. Jilly-O laughed at Loddle. "Loser! You need to swish and flick!" She performed the spell a bit more impressively.
Loddle glared at Jilly-O "Petrificus Totalus, bitch!"
"Wow, you petrificus-sed...ed her! Now lemme fix it. Um, Finite Incantatem? Oh, sweet!" Mole felt pretty proud of herself. After that little episode, Hagrid pulled out a list of books that they would need, since they now had the option of learning magic. To the girls' dissapointment, they were on the first year level, but at least they would get a little private tutoring. Hagrid told them that they might be able to finish the year on a third year's level. Then he laughed, saying "If yer lucky!" "Ouch!" Replied Mole.
They hit the bookstore, stationary shop, and the apochary, where they got their potions supplies. Mole was the only one excited about that. They managed to convince Hagrid that they needed an owl, so they were now standing in the Magical Menagerie looking at the animals. They chose a handsome barn owl for them to share and would decide to name him later.
Their final stop was The Leaky Cauldron for some lunch. The girls ordered Butterbeer for drinks and couldn't wait to try it. "This is so great. It's like better than the time when we saw butterbeer on the menue at Chunkys! I mean this time it will actually be Butterbeer!" On the count of three, they oponed their bottles and took a swig. It seemed like they all liked it, because they were all chugging it as fast as they could.
"So I take it your day was quite eventful." Dumbledore was smiling at the Oui Gang. "Now tell me. This book series, Harry Potter. How far does the series go?" He asked.
"His sixth year, so far. Number seven hasn't come out. Why? how old is Harry now?" Mole answered.
"Harry and his friends are in their fourth year. This means that you know what is to come of our future. This may be difficult for you, but you mustn't tell anyone. No. Not evem myself. You cann't alter what is to come." Dumbledore suddenly sounded very serious. "Now before I show you to your rooms, let me tell you abou what is going on this year. Although you may allready know." He winked. " The fall term has just started. Next month, two other schools will be joining us for the Triwizard Tournament. Do you need an explanation?" The girls shook their head in the negative. "Excellent. Now come with me. I'll show you where you'll be staying." He led them out of his office.
Once again, the girls were stunned by the size of the castle. As if reading their minds, he said. "Don't worry, you'll get used to it." After a while, they reached a large painting of a ship's deck. Dumbledore stood in front of it for a while, and then grew a bit impatient. "Hello?" He called. A pirate wearing a brown shirt and navy breeches stumbled into the picture clutching a bottle of rum. The girls were thrilled, becaus ethey loved pirates, and he wasn't too bad looking...for a painting. The artist must have really had a romanticized view of the piratical life. He looked at the headmaster questioningly. "Your picture is going to be used now, so look here. These lovlely ladies are using this room. They'll give you a password." He told the pirate.
"Aye, Sir. And the password, lassie?"
"Uh, rectangle?" Loddle offered.
"Rectangle...I'll do my best to remember, lass, or to the depths with me." The pirate promised. The portriat swung forward like a door, and they entered the room. It was a comfortable looking common room with four doors on the back wall. The girls looked around a bit before dumbledore spoke to them.
"I'll let you settle. Dinner will be at six thirty, but I will come and get you so you can be introduced and sorted tonight.You won't need to live with the rest of your house if you don't want to, though. Here are some maps that will always show you where you are." He gave them each a piece of parchment. "Not as impressive as Mr. Potter's, but the rooms are labled for you." With that, he left. The girls looked down at their maps, each to see a single red star in a room labled "Oui Gang Quarters."
INPUT INPUT! I love hearing what you readers think! I have so many Ideas for this story. Still I'm sorry if the whole adding origionals bothers anyone, but you know? Don't read it, then. These guys won't me Mary-Sues, though.
